A night of wonderful romance, a crazy party, an intense dance, even a heart-rending roar, is more relaxing than gentle comforting words.
"Don’t think too much about it, buddy."
Henry Dawson pushed Einstein outward:
"Get out of the car. Trust , fully enjoy this crazy costu party, it will definitely uplift your mood."
Einstein was still reluctant to get out of the car.
He didn’t move:
"Dawson, you’re dressed as a clown with paint all over your face, but ? I’m wearing normal clothes, not even a hat, attending a costu party without any disguise?"
"Though I don’t want to say it... most people in Mi Country recognize , they all know who I am; even though I’m not a celebrity, appearing here will definitely cause a stir."
Henry Dawson listened.
He shook his head and laughed heartily, while dusting himself like a moth:
"Hahahahaha, this is my genius! Think carefully where you are? You’re at a costu party! Who attends with their true face?"
"Look outside: werewolves, demons, Batman, ghosts, zombies... everything is here! Everyone is freely disguised, tonight is Halloween Eve, you can be anyone! But you absolutely won’t be yourself!"
"So, understand? Precisely because you’re a world-renowned figure, attending with your original face at the costu party tonight—"
"[Nobody would believe you’re the real Einstein, they’d just think you’re deliberately dressed as Einstein, like wearing an Einstein mask!]"
"Counterintuitive thinking," Einstein succinctly concluded.
"Yes, yes, yes."
Henry Dawson nodded frantically, the chalk dust was already irritating his eyes:
"That’s the idea, buddy!"
"Enjoy this rare night, because only tonight, no one will crowd around you asking for autographs. Everyone will just see you as an admirer, an impersonator of Einstein!"
"Quick, quick, I can’t wait to dance with a beautiful young lady! A wonderful night!"
Eventually.
Einstein was persuaded by Henry Dawson.
He sighed, moving out of the car while muttering:
"Which woman would be willing to dance with a chalk-dusted feather duster? Hopefully she doesn’t have dust allergies, cough cough... cough cough..."
Einstein couldn’t stand the choking, swiftly stepped out of the car for fresh air.
It’s hard to determine.
Whether Dawson truly aid for avant-garde art or intentionally dusted himself to force Einstein out... but anyway, he succeeded.
In the cold air outside, Einstein tightened his coat and looked toward the street.
Manhattan.
He disliked this city.
Not for any particular regional reason, but simply because... of the Manhattan Project.
He realized this might be sowhat radical.
But he loathed everything related to the Atomic Bomb.
Not to ntion... he was the one who initiated the Manhattan Project and the creation of the atomic bomb.
"Oh my! Mr. Einstein, can I bite you?"
Beside him, a passing woman opened a wide mouth, showing horrifying vampire fangs and laughed:
"If I drink your blood, will I beco smarter? Hahahahaha!"
It seed her boyfriend was nearby, wearing a werewolf mask, giving a thumbs up to Einstein:
"You’re truly a genius, as remarkable as the real Einstein! Why didn’t I think of dressing as General Mack Arthur for the costu party? That would be even more exciting! Ah, guess I’ll have to wait until next year."
The couple enjoying Halloween atmosphere laughed happily, holding each other’s hand, entering the event hall.
"I truly wish the world remained like this."
Einstein closed his eyes and whispered.
But he quickly opened them, letting the streetlight drive away the gloom in his heart.
Lately.
He dared not sleep, or even close his eyes.
Whenever he closed them... all he saw was mushroom clouds exploding worldwide, incandescent white light lting everything, entire cities burning.
That was the apocalypse.
The end for humanity.
Thinking of this made his hands and heart even colder, to the point where... he didn’t dare look at the streetlight bulbs.
They too were atomic bombs.
Bombs... ready to explode, undergoing violent nuclear fission.
Flattening Manhattan and Brooklyn together.
"See, I told you! No one would take you as the real Einstein!"
Henry Dawson squeezed out of the antique car fra, reached out to ss Einstein’s already chaotic hair:
"Tonight, you’re definitely the uncrowned king of the costu party!"
"Of course, you can do any crazy thing you want, as I said... no one will think you’re actual Einstein, it’s all so amusing!"
"Relax! Indulge! Enjoy the wonderful Halloween night! Forget about your damned physics, forget the damned atomic bomb, nothing you fear will ever happen!"
He laughed and put his arm around Einstein’s shoulder, the two entered the costu party venue.
...
Across the venue, on the sidewalk in front of the cinema, Lin Xian held CC in his arms, watching Einstein and a colorful-haired punker walk into the hall.
Unbelievable.
To actually see the living Einstein!
Though Lin Xian had ntally prepared that Einstein would definitely be alive in 1952, and encountering him seed natural.
However...
ntal preparation is one thing.
Seeing such a person, whom he studied countless tis in textbooks, heard countless legendary stories about, standing alive across the street, still caused quite a shock.
He initially doubted whether this Einstein was real?
If it was intentional cosplay as Einstein for the costu party?
But that thought was swiftly dismissed.
CC had seen Einstein’s car and rembered the license plate, the best anti-counterfeit mark... no cosplayer would be so dedicated to mimic even the plate number.
So, it goes without saying.
The solemn-faced old man was indeed the reputable physicist, Einstein!
This was why Lin Xian imdiately turned CC away, facing away from Einstein, preventing him from seeing CC’s face.
Currently, the true identity of the Genius Club President remains mysterious, inconclusive.
Lin Xian once speculated that the President’s real identity could be Einstein.
Though this idea lacks concrete evidence or proof, caution never hurts... he still didn’t want CC, as the millennial stake generation, seen by Einstein.
He couldn’t clearly explain why.
Nor understand where this mysterious sense of danger ca from.
Anyway, better to be cautious.
"Lin... Lin Xian?"
Held in Lin Xian’s arms, CC lifted her confused head, blinking her eyes:
"Why did you suddenly pull over to hug? And put a coat’s hat on , did sothing happen?"
"Not really."
Lin Xian removed CC’s hood:
"I simply didn’t want Einstein to see your face."
"Why?"
"No special reason, just better not to be seen by him."
"Oh, alright then."
CC, despite being puzzled, trusted Lin Xian, and didn’t ask further.
She then turned, watching various ’divine demons’ moving through the entrance of the hall:
"Are we still going to the Halloween costu party? I saw Einstein and his friend went in. If we continue inside... wouldn’t he see us?"
"We definitely have to attend the party."
Lin Xian looked at the booths selling masks, costus, props, and makeup services along the roadside, smiling slightly:
"But before that..."
"We need to disguise ourselves thoroughly!"
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